The Owner Of The Thousand Gold Coins Is A Military Official - Chapter 30

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Chapter 30

The inn in the Tang Clan’s territory.

Its massive scale was only natural, but the atmosphere was strange.

It felt like the alcohol and food might be poisoned.

I took a seat on the highest floor and observed the outside first.

Many people came and went from the inn, and many passed by in front of it.

“….”

No one particularly noteworthy passed by.

First, an elderly old man.

His very small stature was distinctive, and while I saw a few such old men, that was all.

Quite a meaningless amount of time passed.

This was the moment Cheongun hated most.

Spending time meaninglessly.

However, since patience often wore the mask of meaninglessness, he simply enjoyed the leisure that came with it.

And there were those watching such a Cheongun.

Cheongun himself did attract attention.

His handsome appearance made him look like a young master from a noble family, and such a person was carrying a sword at his chest.

Moreover, he sat alone in such an inn without any guards, which sparked some curiosity.

“What an impressive person.”

“Shall we try having a conversation with him?”

The lady with her face covered by a veil was looking toward where Cheongun was.

There had been several who were curious about Cheongun, but among them, she had maintained that curiosity the longest.

“No. Not to the point of conversation.”

“Understood.”

The lady who had guards around her soon stood up from her seat as if her business was finished.

Normally she should have left long ago, but Cheongun had strangely caught her attention, so she had been sitting there for a while.

Cheongun showed no signs of getting up from his seat, and now it was time for her to return, so she should go back.

“Did you find out anything?”

“It seems he left immediately. There didn’t appear to be any other purpose.”

“So it really was just that one purpose… For now, withdraw the surveillance. He’s someone who would be troublesome if discovered.”

“Yes, my lady.”

At that moment, he suddenly stood up from his seat.

With a faint smile on his face.

The lady knew very well what kind of smile that was.

It was the same smile she had worn about a month ago.

‘So he was looking for something.’

Having come to the Tang Clan’s territory.

What exactly had he been looking for?

This was a man who had spent time like that at the inn, never taking his eyes off the outside.

For such a person to suddenly stand up meant it was more likely he was looking for a person rather than an object.

Cheongun’s mysterious atmosphere made it difficult to either approach him or keep distance, but she couldn’t neglect her duties to the place where she was born and raised.

“Just observe.”

“Yes, my lady.”

As the lady had expected, Cheongun had just found the reason he had made the Tang Clan his destination.

His distinctive gait was clearly visible.

While internal energy could be hidden and concealed, other things could not be hidden.

The Patriarch of the Tang Clan, called Dokje (Poison Emperor).

Now he had handed everything over to the current Head of the Family and was spending his time leisurely for only one purpose.

That was research into creating a body with immunity to all poisons.

Since the Tang Clan was a place that created and combined all kinds of poisons, this was very important research.

While immunity to a thousand poisons was possible by consistently spending time with poisons from childhood, immunity to all poisons was impossible.

So to advance the Tang Clan’s poisons, he was researching methods to artificially create this.

“Tsk… I expected as much, but it’s not easy.”

He brought poisonous and medicinal herbs from the Tang Clan’s warehouse and set up alone on the rear mountain to conduct his research.

Since there were only extremely toxic things, just approaching the area would cause poisoning.

There were actually those who had ignored warnings, come anyway, and died from poisoning.

What could be done? They were told not to come but came anyway, so they had to die.

He wasn’t overflowing with enough mercy to save such people, nor did he have an abundance of antidotes to spare for such foolish individuals.

“Today…”

As he was checking what poisons to combine, he felt someone entering his territory.

“Another one will die.”

That wasn’t such a bad thing.

He could obtain corpse poison.

“With just this one, immunity to a hundred poisons is possible, but going beyond that isn’t easy.”

Being able to achieve it with a single pill was already an tremendous accomplishment.

Though it was somewhat unsatisfying that it had taken ten years.

“There’s still much work to be done…”

His hands, which had been about to manufacture poison, stopped.

The presence that should have died from poisoning long ago was continuing to approach, wasn’t it?

Was this someone who had learned considerable martial arts?

While there had been several assassins so far, none had opened this door and entered.

They had all collapsed and died before it.

“Fine. Come and try once.”

The approaching presence wasn’t slowing down.

But it wasn’t speeding up either.

Wasn’t that surprising?

If poisoned, this place would be the last hope as the only dwelling and possibility for detoxification.

Then naturally one’s heart would become urgent and speed up, or if one’s martial arts were insufficient even for that, one should slow down.

The presence that approached without the slightest change stopped in front of the door as if to meet Dokje’s expectations.

“….”

“Are you there?”

It was a calm voice.

Though it was a young man’s voice, it was extremely comfortable.

There wasn’t even a sense that he was protecting his body with internal energy.

‘Huh…’

Though he suddenly wondered what this was about, curiosity and interest began to well up at this first-time experience of seeing and hearing such a thing.

“Who are you?”

“I’d like to ask you something. Would it be alright for a moment?”

“It’s humble, but please come in.”

When the door finally opened, a young, handsome man came into Dokje’s view.

The room was literally a feast of poisons.

Not knowing what one might be poisoned by, and therefore not knowing what would need to be detoxified.

If you gathered the most vicious things under heaven in one place, wouldn’t it be like this?

“So, what did you come to ask in such a remote place?”

“I think our conversation might be lengthy, elder.”

“Haha. Should I bring out some tea?”

He was impudent, but he had the qualifications to be so.

Even in the Tang Clan, those who could walk into this room on their own two feet could be counted on one hand.

Was there someone who had trained against poisons to this extent?

“Well… what kind of tea would be good…”

“I think you might be a precious guest.”

“Hehe, your arrogance pierces the heavens.”

“If I’m wrong, shouldn’t I naturally receive punishment?”

Right, there’s nothing wrong with those words.

All he needs to do is prove his own qualifications.

Tea for one who called himself a precious guest.

I selected good tea leaves for him.

And I also added Five Elements Cinnabar Poison along with it.

It’s a poison that disrupts the natural order of the five elements, and if one cannot control it, their body’s five elements will break down, leaving them to live as a cripple.

He seems to endure other poisons quite well, so if he can’t withstand this one, I’m thinking of using him as good experimental material.

“I brewed it myself.”

“It has a good fragrance.”

He was sincere.

It does have quite a good fragrance.

Without hesitation, he drank it all right there on the spot, and there wasn’t the slightest change in Cheongun’s expression.

Even as time passed, nothing changed.

Then it was one of two things.

Either this fellow had at least a body immune to all poisons, or he possessed martial arts profound enough to control his body’s five elements himself.

“Well then, what do you wish to ask?”

“I’m looking for an elder.”

Both of us know anyway.

Who that elder is.

I’m simply keeping my word about asking permission to speak first.

“What do you want to find that elder for?”

“I’ll tell you when I find him.”

His attitude is quite insolent, even while knowing who I am.

He has at least the basic qualifications of a precious guest, but…

That’s all.

A guest is only a guest, after all.

“I can see you’re well-versed in poisons, but you act this way even knowing who I am.”

“I don’t know much about poisons.”

“You don’t know much about poisons?”

It’s just modesty.

Who could claim to know about poisons in front of me?

“I suppose I have a body that doesn’t take poison well.”

“…”

Dokje, who had been silently staring at Cheongun, soon took out a small bottle from his bosom and handed it to Cheongun.

“Try drinking this.”

He didn’t ask what it was.

Because he could tell what it was.

When he opened the tightly sealed lid, he actually felt nothing at all.

It felt just like water.

No, it didn’t even seem like water.

Something that made him wonder if there was anything there at all.

Cheongun also silently emptied the bottle.

Formless Poison.

The strongest poison that exists in the world, a poison with no form, color, scent, or anything else.

He felt a slight dizziness.

But that was all.

“Huh, huuh…!”

Admiration filled Dokje’s eyes.

It was certain.

There was only one way to endure Formless Poison like this.

“H-how old are you?”

“Seventeen.”

“Not even twenty yet…!”

Isn’t it amazing?

What he had so desperately desired appeared completed before his eyes.

This result that came to him in his old age, with all the process skipped, was demanding an urge that Dokje truly couldn’t handle.

“How did you do it?”

“What do you mean?”

“That body. How did you make it like that?”

Dokje’s previously calm gaze gradually became tinged with madness.

Cheongun knew all too well that he wasn’t someone who would be consumed by such madness.

“I’m not sure.”

“You brat…!”

“I’ve been like this since birth.”

“Since birth… you were like this?”

Of course it’s a lie.

Where would there be someone immune to all poisons from birth?

But even if he told him the method, he couldn’t follow it.

So this is the best approach.

Also, talent cannot be ignored.

No, talent actually occupies nine-tenths of the domain.

Meanwhile, Dokje’s mind was spinning rapidly.

‘If he’s been like this since birth…’

He needed to get his seed.

Knowing that talent was the largest factor, he absolutely had to obtain it.

Isn’t his age also perfectly good?

He’s only, just barely seventeen.

Moreover, his martial arts don’t seem ordinary either.

I can see depth, but I can’t see all of that depth.

The more I look, the more mysterious this fellow becomes.

He’s also someone who makes me want to keep watching.

“Ahem… your family doesn’t seem to be an ordinary family.”

When Cheongun took out the Eldest Son of Cheongeumjang’s token from his bosom and showed it, Dokje’s brow furrowed slightly.

Danggga and Cheongeumjang.

Their relationship isn’t bad, but it’s not particularly good either.

But what does it matter?

It’s not a bad relationship, and there won’t be any problems.

Cheongeumjang does have more gold than imaginable, but it’s not one of the Nine Sects and One School or Five Great Sects.

‘I can’t give up.’

Not just immune to all poisons, but immune to ten thousand poisons.

He’s an existence that you might find one of, if any, searching through all of ancient and modern martial arts.

Isn’t this a dream body for Danggga?

“Do you have remaining business?”

“I’m doing it right now.”

“Hehe, you know how to say things that are quite pleasing. There’s a place I need to go – will you come with me?”

Even without asking where we’re going, it’s actually already decided.

“I’ll go.”

“Right. Let’s go.”

A report going up to Dangjia.

Reports of someone entering the Patriarch’s Domain and meeting their death don’t even reach the Head of the Family, but today was a little different.

A report came up that not only had someone entered, but they were coming out together with the Patriarch and heading toward Dangjia.

“The Patriarch…?”

He was someone who might visit once a year, if that.

For such a person to suddenly come with a stranger.

This was no ordinary matter.

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